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  • The 2nd time trying to post this BB: Here we go! – from Jose10k

    Ah yes, another fine gathering of elite athletes (and their AARP sponsors) at the peak of the A1C—where the air is crisp, the sweat is questionable, and the soundtrack is straight from your uncle’s favorite road trip mixtape. And yes Cowbell, most of my songs repeat. It’s the Pandora algorithm that suits me. I can’t help it if great music comes out of my hip pocket. A few usuals weren’t in attendance. We were without Fletch, BBW, and Darkwing. Surprising because the temperature was above the required 60 degrees for Darkwing to attend. Who knows?

    This morning, a young stallion (that’s me) led a herd of silver foxes in a ritual of pain, otherwise known as “11s.” After a five-minute warm-up (which for some was just mentally preparing to move), the squad got down to business. Merkins at the top of the ramp? No problem. Copperhead Squats at the bottom? Sure, as long as no one’s knees filed a formal complaint. It was how we travelled back and forth was the interesting aspect. Introducing the ramp games:—a chaotic display of movement variety that could only be described as “fitness meets interpretive dance.” Sprints turned into backwards jogs, which morphed into side shuffles, then into karaoke steps (though some of us just looked like we were dodging bees). Forward lunges, reverse lunges, duck walks—basically, a leg day so brutal that tomorrow’s stairs will require a life alert button.

    Just when we thought survival was near, it was time for a stair sprint, calf raises (because why not), and a ten-minute Mary session that made abs scream for mercy.

    In the end, sweat was shed, egos were bruised, and somewhere, a classic rock legend shed a single tear of approval. See you all next time… if we can still walk. Two weeks from now, April 11th, Moby, the eldest of our group turns 75, and he has promised to bring the pain. Come out and pay your respects and be impressed with this young lads intensity.

  • Moby is back to running!! – from Jose10k

    Ah yes, another fine gathering of elite athletes (and their AARP sponsors) at the peak of the A1C—where the air is crisp, the sweat is questionable, and the soundtrack is straight from your uncle’s favorite road trip mixtape. And yes Cowbell, most of my songs repeat. It’s the Pandora algorithm that suits me. I can’t help it if great music comes out of my hip pocket. A few usuals weren’t in attendance. We were without Fletch, BBW, and Darkwing. Surprising because the temperature was above the required 60 degrees for Darkwing to attend. Who knows?

    This morning, a young stallion (that’s me) led a herd of silver foxes in a ritual of pain, otherwise known as “11s.” After a five-minute warm-up (which for some was just mentally preparing to move), the squad got down to business. Merkins at the top of the ramp? No problem. Copperhead Squats at the bottom? Sure, as long as no one’s knees filed a formal complaint. It was how we travelled back and forth was the interesting aspect. Introducing the ramp games:—a chaotic display of movement variety that could only be described as “fitness meets interpretive dance.” Sprints turned into backwards jogs, which morphed into side shuffles, then into karaoke steps (though some of us just looked like we were dodging bees). Forward lunges, reverse lunges, duck walks—basically, a leg day so brutal that tomorrow’s stairs will require a life alert button.

    Just when we thought survival was near, it was time for a stair sprint, calf raises (because why not), and a ten-minute Mary session that made abs scream for mercy.

    In the end, sweat was shed, egos were bruised, and somewhere, a classic rock legend shed a single tear of approval. See you all next time… if we can still walk. Two weeks from now, April 11th, Moby, the eldest of our group turns 75, and he has promised to bring the pain. Come out and pay your respects and be impressed with this young lads intensity.

  • F3 A to Z – from Bushwacker

    It’s a rare thing that seems to happen just a hand full of times a year, and when it happens it makes me envy my future self. That thing is the opportunity to visit F3 Northshore’s own Retirement Village in downtown Covington, also known as the Gipper.
    So YHC figured he ought to throw down an equally, if not more, rare beatdown to the the PAX that make a 44 and 46 year old, respectively, the “kiddos” of the AO…

    WARMORAMA

    In the interest of time Q kept it short and sweet and covered all the basics:
    All IC x10:
    Torso Twists
    Self Love
    Hi Knees
    Butt Kicks

    THANG

    The rep counts varied, as did IC vs OYO, but here’s a complete list of the exercises grumblingly (new and appropriate adverb) completed by the assemblage of PAX with the combined “experience” of more than 340 years:

    Absolution
    Big Boy Sit Ups
    Cut-a-Flip
    Dying Cockroach
    E2K
    Freddy Mercurys
    Guantanamo
    Hundreds
    Indian Crab Walk(missed you Legal!)
    Jackees
    Killer B’s
    LLCoolJs
    Monkey Humpers
    Never Cross Dolly
    Obamas (Tanks’s favorite!)
    People’s Air Press
    Quixote (new exercise)
    Rochamburpees
    SSH
    T Merkins
    Upstraddle Hop
    Van Godas
    Werkins
    XYs
    Yurpees
    Zombie Crunches

    And so you see, from A to Z the PAX put in the work. Though grumbles did bely the fact that some of them did hurt. But certainly you’ve heard it said “no pain, no gain”, it’s true. So post tomorrow, if you dare, cause Wacker’s got that Q too!

    SYITG

  • SIR LUNGE-A-LOT rerun at the A1c – from Einstein

    Cool this morning, on this second day of Spring, at the A1C ~ 41 degrees.
    Beautiful Moon according to BBQ – a waning gibbous according to Moby

    WARMUP: all IC15x; toe touch, side staddle hops, snap-crackle-pops,
    shoulder rolls, high jack hi jills, book covers, popeyes, shoulder shrugs, butt kicks,
    high knees, etc.

    THANG:
    Set 1 12 forward reaching lunges
    12 regular merkins
    repeat above set 1 sequence 2 more times
    mosey down the stairs, then run up the ramps

    Set 2 12 lateral reaching lunges
    12 pike merkins
    repeat above set 2 sequence 2 more times
    mosey down the stairs, then run up the ramps

    Set 3 12 posterior reaching lunges
    12 scapula merkins
    repeat above set 3 sequence 2 more times
    mosey down the stairs, then run up the ramps

    Mary: upper deck for some star jacks, dirkins , irkins, rocky balboas, freak nasties,
    and a set of BBQ’s hip openers

    Moby prayed us out with intentions for Jose10K’s mom.

  • Not Counting Reps Just making the Reps Count – from Mobydick

    After a thorough warm up and a sprint to the rock garden the real work begins. Pax selects their favorite rock with the idea of working one arm at a time. The goal is not to count Reps. The only count is “And one more” til there aren’t any left. Curls, presses, to exhaustion with each arm. It took a while. Slow and full did the trick. Over head curls and sumo squats til there wasn’t another one in the tank with a coupons and then fast mossey back to the trailhead and leg lifts and wife pleasers till it burned took us to the end. COT and YHC prayed us out

  • Hey! Who Stole Our Blocks? – from Einstein

    Cool morning at The Gipper this morning ~ 49 degrees –
    with Moby rolling up in his newly acquired golf cart, looking like Mr. Magoo, driving all
    over the AO. Barely Legal arrived soon after, sans golf cart, but with golf cart tales to share.

    WARMUP: toe touch, side straddle hops, shoulder rolls, hi-jack hi-jills, butt kicks, high knees,
    snap crackle pops, book covers, popeyes, side to side lunges, etc.

    THANG:
    Mosey to the back of the supply shed to grab the coupons.
    Holy Moly! They blocks are gone! YHC redirected the pax to the Berock Quarry Rock Garden –
    where we borrowed the Garden Club’s blocks.
    Three sets of coupon work seperated by a run around the Covington Triangle;
    Sets included: curls, rows, overhead press, side rows, grave diggers, blockies,
    windshield wipers, murder bunnies, sit-ups, etc

    Mary:
    Finished with Jane Fondas and a one minute planks

    T-Claps to Moby for running, not one – but two, laps around the Covington Triangle.

    Barely Legal prayed us out.

  • Financial Literacy – from Jose10k

    Moby, a 75-year-old legend who claims he once out-sprinted a bill collector, and Jose10k , a young guy who thinks “compound interest” is a gym move, squared off in a workout that was equal parts sweat and financial reality check.

    The session kicked off with burpees—because, just like credit card interest, they compound quickly and make life miserable when ignored. Jose half-heartedly flopped through them, much like someone making minimum payments on a maxed-out credit card. Meanwhile, Moby, fueled by decades of discipline (and probably black coffee), executed each one with the precision of a man who never paid a cent in overdraft fees.

    Next up: core squats. “Think of this as your savings account,” Moby wheezed between reps. “The stronger your foundation, the less likely you are to collapse under debt.” Jose nodded, then immediately wobbled under the weight—just like someone living paycheck to paycheck with no emergency fund.

    Sprints followed, symbolizing the financial journey of many athletes who go from millions to bankruptcy faster than Jose’s short-lived attempt at working hard. “Basketball players sign a $50 million contract and end up broke because they don’t understand debt-to-income ratio,” Moby barked as Jose gasped for air. “You know what happens when you take out a loan with no plan to pay it back? Declines. Just like this incline sprint you’re struggling up.”

    Jose groaned but managed to stumble to the top. “But what if you’re not college-bound?” he asked, doubling over.

    Moby chuckled. “Then you learn skills, kid. Not everyone needs a degree, but everyone needs a way to earn money. You think the guy who built this gym needed calculus? No, he needed to know about supply, demand, and not blowing his paycheck on things that lose value faster than your stamina.”

    By the time they wrapped up, Jose was sprawled out like a busted investment portfolio. Moby patted him on the back. “Remember, kid—money and muscles work the same way. Put in the effort, stay consistent, and don’t expect overnight results. Otherwise, you’ll end up weak… and broke.”

    With that, Moby walked off, he had given all of his Financial Literacy wisdom he could share. Jose10k could only try to apply his lessons. But he thought to himself, what about Darkwing, Fletch, B.B.Q., and Einstein? Shouldn’t they know the truth?

  • Captain Clean Up – from Jose10k

    Moby and I rolled up to the A1C like a couple of action heroes—minus the capes, plus a little extra wheezing. The morning was crisp, the motivation was questionable, but the mission was clear: burpees, squats, running, inclines, steps, slow squats (because why suffer quickly when you can suffer in slow motion?), and even some good old-fashioned trash pickup. Because nothing says “elite fitness” like doing lunges while holding a discarded fast-food cup.

    We weren’t just working out; we were upholding the honor of the A1C, ensuring it remained pristine for whatever parade was about to roll through. And in a stunning display of intelligence, we did it before said parade—because apparently, we love making things harder for ourselves. But hey, someone’s gotta do it, and today, that someone was the Dynamic Duo: Batman and Robin, but with more sweat and significantly fewer gadgets.

    At least we weren’t the splash crowd. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

  • Core and more Core – from Mobydick

    A beautiful morning and the over 60/70 crew were the only ones out to enjoy it. An extended stretch regime and then the thang. Core and more core. More time in tension than rep count. 2 min crunches. 2 min planks leg lifts etc etc. Close with COT

  • Cold Deck at The A1C – from Einstein

    Cold this morning on the deck of the parking garage at the A1C ~ 28 degrees.

    WARMUP: all IC15x; toe touch, windmills, side staddle hops, arm circles, neck rolls(snap,crackle,pops),
    shoulder rolls, butt kicks, high knees, book covers, single leg hip circles, etc.

    THANG: PAX of 4 – perfect for the deck-of-doom, each pax assigned a suit, performing reps as per the card value

    Jose10K – clubs; plenty of merkins
    Moby – hearts; mix of stretching
    Fletch – diamonds; plenty of freak nasties
    Einstein – spades; simple mix

    2 Jokers run a lap, and one minute of Rocky Balboas

    Plenty of mumble chatter, resulting in overtime to finish the deck.
    Froze fingers could not flip the cards easily, resulting in double overtime.

    Fletch prayed us out.